That Terrible Power

EagleThese have been difficult weeks.

The practice of medicine is one of the most gratifying careers possible, but it is relentless in its demands and unforgiving of imperfections — both those of the patient and the physician. Surgery in particular — while enormously satisfying in its technical and definitive nature for those physicians so inclined and gifted — is at the same time the most humbling of all disciplines. Despite all the training and experience, the knowledge and technical skill acquired through countless repetitions and refinement, things do not always go as planned.

John (not his real name, of course) was like so many others — in good health, early sixties, found to have a rising PSA blood test, which proved to be the harbinger of prostate cancer, fortunately still at an early stage. Presented with the options for treatment, he chose surgery: radical prostatectomy, the total removal of the prostate gland and biopsy of the pelvic lymph nodes — those filters which are the first resting place for cancer cells migrating outside the organ. It was an operation I had performed hundreds of times over nearly thirty years, and promised an excellent chance for cure, with an acceptably low risk of long-term adverse effects.

Surgery began uneventfully, with good exposure of the pelvic organs and lymph nodes, despite his portly habitus which can make such access challenging. The right pelvic lymph nodes were addressed first. Located in a triangular area demarcated by the external iliac vessels — the main artery and vein to the leg — the obdurator nerve (a large nerve deep in the pelvis) and the wall of the pelvic bone below, the lymph glands therein are gently teased and separated from these structures and sent for biopsy.

Surgeons get to know anatomy intimately, and depend on its predictability for safely performing their craft. In this area, the external iliac artery is reliably and predictably located lateral to the vein — farthest to the outside. At times, it can run a somewhat serpentine course, as cholesterol plaques narrow the channel and changes in flow and pressure lengthen and twist the artery. Such variations are also predictable: the artery courses in front of the vein if it moves toward the midline, or else moves away from it, farther toward the outside.

The bulk of the nodes were out in little time, titanium clips sealing the lymphatic channels and small blood vessels which feed them. The final packet was located near the point of the triangle, at the upper part of the pelvis below the vein. Several small vessels were clipped, and these nodes were removed easily as well.

I inspected the nodes, feeling them for firmness that might suggest cancer spread. One node looked peculiar. Hollow. Lymph nodes aren’t hollow.


Inspection of the surgical field confirmed my worst fear: I had removed a short section of the external iliac artery, the main vessel to the leg. Located in a highly unusual location: underneath the vein, rather than above and lateral to it — an aberrant knuckle of vascular conduit enveloped in fat and lymph nodes — a section of artery had been cleanly removed with the nodes.

There was no bleeding, and the ends of the severed artery were easily identified and freed up. Fortunately, John did not have advanced vascular disease, and alternate paths for blood flow to the leg were open. A vascular surgeon was contacted, and arrived within 10 minutes. A short synthetic vascular graft was placed to bridge the gap, and full circulation was restored in less than an hour. There was no evidence of ischemia — a dangerous situation where insufficient blood flow and oxygen causes damage to tissue and the release of high levels of toxic lactic acid into the blood.

But the presence of a vascular graft, while salvaging a serious situation, meant something else: the main surgery, the prostate removal, would have to be canceled until the graft healed. To proceed as originally planned would risk contaminating the vascular repair, leading to graft infection — a disastrous complication. The incision was closed, and the patient arrived uneventfully in the recovery room. Two days later, he was home.

Imperfection in a field which demands perfection is perhaps the burden a surgeon experiences most deeply, with the most fear and respect. We hope, by endless years of study, preceptorship, practice, and experience, to master that which cannot be fully mastered, to control and manipulate our world to achieve that which is unachievable.

A surgeon who has never made a mistake is a surgeon who has never operated; the doctor who makes no errors must be one who sees no patients. The hard truth — hardest of any we healers, so often arrogant in our knowledge and skill, must swallow — is that we are not perfect — and neither are our patients.

Such untoward events may occur for many reasons, of course: a surgeon’s inexperience, recklessness, or fatigue, or his inattention to detail and proper technique. Aberrant anatomy, prior surgery, body habitus and underlying disease processes lay additional mines which trigger in unexpected ways and at unplanned times. But in many cases — perhaps even most — such ethical, physical or technical failings contribute little or nothing to a bad result or a poor outcome. Such a claim seems self-serving — and perhaps it is; hence I leave judgment of my own performance in this situation to those wiser and more objective than I — but it has been my experience that such is so with most good, talented surgeons with whom I have worked. The power to heal is the power to harm; the competence to cure the capacity to kill.

I have long marveled at an observation I rarely hear made: that a patient, a complete stranger, after one or two short visits, allows a surgeon to perform what is often a high-risk surgical procedure on their body, with something approaching blind trust. Granted, there is trust accrued in the degree, the board certification, the training, and hopefully the reputation of the surgeon you (or more likely, your family doctor) have chosen. But in reality, the information gap is real, and the leap of faith substantial. The “eyeball test” only goes so far: is the personable, knowledgeable professional you meet in the office a ham-handed clumsy oaf in the OR? Is the obnoxious, cold, arrogant technician a highly competent surgeon (a dichotomy often imagined as the norm), or instead a hot-headed impulsive boor whose ego trumps caution in surgery while denigrating all around him? Fortunately, neither scenario is typical — most surgeons are well-trained, professional, and highly competent — but how will you know?

But even among the highly competent, unexpected or adverse events in surgery are closer to the norm than the exception. Most are trivial and inconsequential — the small vessel cut and easily secured, the important suture which breaks and must be replaced, the surgical dissection which proves tedious and time-consuming rather than routine. Even more serious surgical problems may end up having no discernible impact on the outcome of the procedure, the recovery, or the end results. But serious complications are the bane and bale of every surgeon: our perfectionistic natures strain to demand that it not be so, but reality too often intervenes to correct our hubris and false hopes.

The dashed expectations and frustrated hopes of perfection fall hard on all whom surgery touches — the patient, the family, and the physician. For the patient, there is of course the harm done: the surgery aborted; the longer hospital stay; the pain of additional surgery or procedures made necessary; a temporary or even permanent disability; the disease not cured or ameliorated; even — God forbid — death itself. Both families and patients must bear these losses — and often suffer financial setbacks as well, both in medical costs, lost jobs, wages and benefits forfeited. And the question of, why has this happened? How could it occur? all too often go unanswered, or at best only partially so. Such confusion and frustrations often lead to anger — a potent cocktail whose dregs are often drained in the cold glare of courtroom lights.

For the physician, the demeanor perceived as indifferent or callous is rather the intellectualization and rational detachment which allows the surgeon to perform the vivisection which the untrained would find ghastly. But the cost of such steely objectivity comes in the relationships with those harmed, as empathy and compassion must be recruited from the dark closets to which they were banished long ago, orphans of the very training needed to excel in this field.

And beneath the professional veneer simmers also a cauldron of emotions. Smashing the idol of perfectionism comes hard — though a fragile idol it be — as false conviction that care and competence can avert all disasters is dispensed by the errant knife or misplaced scissors, by dense scarring or genetic quirk. The confidence which carries a surgeon effortlessly through daunting technical challenges melts away in moments, as simple tasks become feared challenges in the light of recent failure. The trust so critical to the patient-surgeon relationship is shaken and battered, and may not survive the event. And the fear: of unforeseen secondary complications arising in the future; of judgement and criticism by peers; of angry families and damaged reputation; of legal implications in an environment where lawsuits are the answer to every problem.

For some the worst wounds are self-inflicted, as shame, self-criticism and depression set in. Like the trapped wolf gnawing at his own leg, we wound ourselves further in vain hopes of escaping the pain and seeking freedom from its ensnarement — only to end up weakened, more vulnerable, and less able to stand. And we strike out at those closest to us, those who wish to help, deepening our isolation. The results can be deadly: scratch the surface of physician suicide — a problem more common than generally recognized — and you will often find the self-destruction engendered when perfectionism collides with poor outcomes.

To greater or lesser degree, many of these reactions were mine in the aftermath of this complication. And there was one other: I was angry — angry with God.

You see, I pray before surgery — and I prayed before this one, for guidance, wisdom, and good judgment, as I often do. If you are of a skeptical bent, and disinclined to give weight to such superstition, at least humor me by accepting that such an act might focus the mind and center the soul. But only a fool would deny that there is much beyond our control — and few things teach this lesson more clearly than surgery. It was not always thus: I have lived a life where skills and talent were all that was needed to succeed — a formula which led me inexorably on a downward spiral of failure. So I pray.

But to pray is to expect answers — and with that lies the unspoken assumption that all will turn out as I would wish. And so, it is God’s fault — is it not? — if the outcome is not what I would desire. Did I not have my patient’s best interest at heart in this request? Would not a good God answer this prayer to the benefit of both me and those He entrusted to my care? And so it appears, ipso facto, that God screwed up — and I get to take the heat. Bum rap, it seems to me.

But maybe — just maybe — there is a bigger picture in all this. Maybe I get to learn how little really is under my control. Maybe I learn to depend more on Him than on myself. Maybe — and this is a tough one — my shortcomings, my imperfections, which can cause harm as easily as my skills beget good — can work beneficially in some unfathomable way, even for those who must bear the suffering of these very imperfections. Some of the worst, most painful episodes in my own life have proven in the long run to be blessings unimaginable at the time — perhaps it can also be thus for others, even when I am the instrument of such adversity. A frightening thought, this — a terrible power.

And what of John? His recovery has been smooth, his lymph nodes show no cancer. I have apologized to him and his wife for this adversity, though no harm was intended nor evident neglect present to my knowledge. I have offered to assist with any financial burden thus accrued. And they have decided to trust me to perform the second surgery — which is humbling and sobering in ways difficult to express.

May God be with me then — and always.

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35 thoughts on “That Terrible Power

  1. Thank you all for your kind words and support–they are greatly appreciated.

    In the Brain Jazz which is the world of weblogs, one comment seeds a great question, which I hope to address in a post soon.

    Grumpy Old Man

    What I don’t quite understand is how you manage to be both a man of science, as you must be, to do what you do for a living, and a man of obviously sincere faith. Sometimes I wish i had that faith, but I don’t quite get it.

    Ahh, the fusion of science and faith–those irreconcilable roommates, partnered yet seemingly incompatible–now that is a subject for reflection. Great question–and ruminations thereupon are coming to a blog near you.

  2. We’re doing the abdomen and lower limb right now. Our cadaver had lymphoma covering the aorta and posterior abdomenal wall from the inferior mesenteric artery to the the prostate, and we’ve been moaning about it. Sounds like we shouldn’t be complaining. I’m putting together a practice practical for the class this afternoon. I’ll be looking to tag some abarrent iliac vessels for sure.

  3. After reading this, if I had to choose a medical professional for myself or a loved one, the choice would be simple: you.

    You made some comments that address directly an issue I was faced with on Sunday. To emphasize my point, I would like to link to your blog entry, if you don’t mind.

    Thank you – for giving yourself to your patients, and for allowing us to see your heart. You’re an extraordinary man.

  4. I hope you don’t mind a little irreverence and levity interjected into this otherwise depressing post.

    Whenever I hear x-tians discuss prayer (answered or not) I can’t help but ask how one would know if a prayer was answered or not. There is no way to verify the prayer, and God is notoriously cryptic. It seems either way you go, God is cited. It’s what we call an unfalsifiable belief.

    Now hear me out. My intent is not to deride and mock (well not merely, at least) but just to point out the way a sceptic like myself would think about such a situation. If the answer to a prayer is indeterminate at best, why should I ascribe this non-activity (as the case may be) to an equally evasive and ambiguious entity I have not met?

    The answer is that I wouldn’t. It seems much simpler to attribute the answer or non-answer to chance or blind luck or maybe just stop talking with certainty about that which I know practically nothing–(aka intellectual honesty).

    However, the theist is committed apriori to a series of equally unverifiable propositions one of which is that prayer actually does something so they are ready and even commanded to believe without proof. I guess that is what faith is: belief in the absence of proof.

    I hope my point is clear. While I do find faith irrational and worthy of mockery, (as do christians when faced with beliefs they view as silly) that is not my intent here. I simply wonder if christians understand the real motives behind unbelief, which are as expounded above. Basically, there is no good reason to believe–at least not in the overly specific way that theology requires.

    Now for the funny part (at least to this mind) see this link:

    Here’s an excerpt:

    SAN FRANCISCO–For as long as he can remember, 7-year-old Timmy Yu has had one precious dream: From the bottom of his heart, he has hoped against hope that God would someday hear his prayer to walk again. Though many thought Timmy’s heavenly plea would never be answered, his dream finally came true Monday, when the Lord personally responded to the wheelchair-bound boy’s prayer with a resounding no.

    Enjoy your carnival :)

  5. LJ,

    Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.

    Your thoughts are appreciated, and raise valid and reasonable questions. A reasoned response would be far too lengthy to bury 15 comments down on an already long post. I’m planning another on science and faith in the near future (see my above comment) which will touch on these issues at least to some extent. That assumes, of course, that your skeptics’ theology (to use the term loosely) leaves any openings to challenge your own motives for believing as you do–and dismissing the rather vast numbers of people who seem to think that prayer is something more than a delusional random answer generator. If you are, then check by periodically, and leave a comment or two. If this is just a drive-by dissing, well, at least you can go away a little more pleased with yourself. Glad I could help you in that.

    Anyway, have a great day, and thanks for stopping by.

  6. Well, I am not the type to give and not receive so I will check back.

    Please, however, do not waste our time by attempting to attribute any “theology” to me. The burden of proof is on you sir to demonstrate why your explanation is as valid as the myriad of others. If anything, I claim an epistemology that does have what you would call “theological” repurcussions I suppose, but I will not be constrained by your worldview, nor should you be by mine. Let us, instead, find the common ground.

    Additionaly, assuming Romans 1 as your axiom will not help, because this also undermines all human attempts to understand reality (which includes composing Romans 1, various attempts at translating, interpreting, harmonizing, reading, etc).

    Moreover, your arumentum ad populam holds no water, as millions believe other than you do and you certainly wouldn’t grant them the same latitude. It is the heighth of dishonesty and poor form to claim that my dismissal of a claim without proof is somehow out of bounds. In truth, the need for external verification looms for the honest seeker, because, as Edward Carnell, late professor of Fuller Theological Seminary puts it, “it is always theoretically possible that what has been conceived to be God…is in reality nothing but the fruit of an auto-projection”

    To return to your post on prayer: please explain an objective way we can decide, and, absent that, why you or I should accept your explanation while denying the same to competing unverifiable faith claims.

    I hope this does not come off as rude, but it seems to me, sir, that the whole of theism, especially as it becomes over-specific and sectarian (e.g x-tian), is founded on special pleading.

    Thanks for talking with me. Enjoy the rest of the carnival :)

  7. Dr. Bob,
    Being someone who has undergone MANY operations over many years, I’ve been most fortunate to have praying Drs. The last was a badly broken hip 4 years ago and I had to have a full hip replacement(BAD fall). My daughter works for a DR and she called and got his opinion on who to trust (we do check you out (smiles).. and I respected him enough to take his opinion to heart. And, I’m glad I did. I found I had one of the best Drs around, very humble, great bedside manner, and best of all, a Christian who prays before every surgery! And, he didn’t mind talking to me and my husband about God! I so appreciated that.

    He made one comment that will always stick with me. He said, “I’ve only been a Christian for 5 years, but I knew God’s hand had to be on mine, each time I went through an operation, because I couldn’t have done it on my own.” I know this has to be a difficult job, but you sound like a DR like mine above – very humble, and not afraid to say I goofed, forgive me. In my book, that goes a long way in saying what a good DR you must be!

    As someone else said, your prayer was answered, maybe not in the way you asked, but it was answered. We often think we know what GOD will do in answer to our prayers, but He often does right opposite. And, in each answer, He teaches us just a little more of how much He is in control of every facet of our lives.

  8. There have been scientific studies done–one began, I think, back in the 60’s, and others have been done more recently–on the power of prayer. Notice I said *scientific* studies. Every one I have read about concluded that individuals who were prayed for, even anonymously, even without their knowledge, and without the pray-ers knowing the specifics of the need, fared better than those who were not.

    Do I think such studies are going to convince a skeptic? No. Such people love to read and gather “knowledge,” but the wisdom of God is foolishness to the “wise” of this world.

    There is always the possibility, however, that a person such as LJ, in a moment of deep need that is unmet by personal control and intellect, will cry out to God and find that He really does answer.

  9. Just as I believe that everyone has need for and derives some benefit from the touch and kindness of others, I also believe that everyone has some kind of internal spirituality which may manifest itself in belief in one religion or another, or perhaps no religion at all.
    It is this spirituality that we face at the major defining moments of our lives, and at the moment when we see the end of our life coming. We also face it when we get the fright of chest pain or warning of a stroke, and we must decide what about our lives has been meaningful, and how we will face the challenges of changing old and bad habits.
    In the end, we all care about something, and somehow we should be trying to understand what that something is.

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